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Post by skull on Dec 28, 2012 11:33:33 GMT -8
That Phascomon could glide about came as a shock to Rorukya. He never chose to do so before, but the tamer supposed the heat of the ground encouraged this behavior. Eyes followed the beast as it rounded him, like perhaps it pretended to be a vulture hungry for him.
"Don't do that." The cabbage contested, obviously wounding the digimon. Its look of apology shifted to something more of alert that was lost to its partner. The boy kept walking, meanwhile Phascomon grounded. He felt bad thinking those poor claws might be hurt on the hot floor, and was about to insist the monster at least rest on his shoulder when a glimmer caught his attention.
Was this the thing his koala-bat-bear had seen earlier? Guilt cascaded from him, replaced by attentive concern. "Did you see something, too?" The monster asked, Rorukya unnerved when he saw that the latter was pulling a wilting blade of grass from the digital earth. There was no doubt in his mind that this would be given him, and to distract from that he said to Phascomon, "Come on, it can't be anything too dangerous, right?"
He smirked, crawling over some natural clutter before finding face of what he assumed was another tamer. "Oh," the boy spoke reactively to this surprise, eyes lowering to the sun reflecting off the digimon's knife. His own came to hover beside him. "Are you lost?" Because they were fairly lost themselves.
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